lie //yoonmin

27 // yoongi

Things have been going so well. It's been almost a month since Jimin and I have started dating. All those things I was so afraid of then seem so silly now. I can't even imagine my life without Jimin.

I told him within the first week about my actual job. He wasn't happy that I had lied to him but he was more shocked that has dating his favorite author.

Yep, that's right. I'm his favorite author.

"I still can't believe this," Jimin had said, laying across my bed, starting at the ceiling. "Like I knew you looked familiar since the first time I saw you. Maybe it just because you had green hair back then but seriously... You're Suga?"

I nodded for the hundredth time, holding out the Author's note of one of my books to prove it to him. He takes the book and smiles at the photo. I looked much younger there, I'm surprised he even recognized me.

"You know, your books got me through a lot when I was with Jeongyeon," he said, sitting up and leaning his chin against my shoulder. "It made me feel like there was more to my life. That there was more to love. That there was someone else out there for me."

"There is." I wrapped my arms around his small waist. "I'm glad you didn't give up."

"I am too." He kissed my cheek.

I find myself smiling at the memory as I walk to meet with my editor. I'm almost reaching the halfway point of my story. This is the part where the plot twists come in- the most fun. 

I'm flipping through the final pages of the latest chapter I've written when I accidentally slam into someone. My papers fly out of my hands, falling down onto the ground.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" A voice says, hurriedly reaching down to pick them up before the wind does.

"Ah it's ok, it's my fault," I say, helping him.

The boy's hand freezes.  He shoves the papers into me and turns and runs.

"Hey wait!" I call out, but all I get is a glance at his giant white t-shirt and messy brown hair as he weaves through the people walking down the street.

I finish picking up my papers and continue to my meeting, wondering who the kid was and why he took off so suddenly.

I shrug it off, deciding I have more important things to worry about- like plot twists ;)

- - -

I sit down in the meeting room with my editor, Han Jisung (a whole babe),  at the SKZ Publishing headquarters.

"What you got Suga," he smiles, running his fingers through his newly dyed purple hair.

I hand him my papers, waiting patiently while he flips through them.

"I swear your work just keeps getting sadder," he laughs. 

"That what they like!" I exclaim. 

"It's good," he nods in approval. "Really good, actually. But..."

"But what," I groan, not wanting to rewrite anything.

"There's no easy way to put this... but the boss wants to move your release date earlier."

"H-how much earlier," I ask nervously.

"A month," he said sympathetically.

"Fuck no," I let out an emotionless laugh. "Not possible."

"Well we don't have a choice do we?" Han says, sadly. "I'm gonna have to work double-time just like you. It'll pay off, don't worry."

"But-" I can't help but think of Jimin. If I only have 2 months to finish my book and it's barely halfway done, how will I ever find time to spend with him.

Hoseok told me not to repeat my mistakes- how do I keep that from happening now?

2 months of working late. 2 months of being stressed beyond imagination. 2 months of interviews and press releases and meetings. I rest my head in my hands, feeling the frustration building up.

"Everything ok hyung?" Han asks, voice softening. "I-I can talk to Chan about giving you more time."

"No it's fine," I sigh. "This is more important."

"Don't worry," he smiles, squeezing my shoulder. "We can do this!"

"Yeah," I say, pushing Jimin out of my mind. I've worked far too hard for this to let it go over a boy. No matter what he makes me feel. Hopefully he will understand if I'm busy for a while.

On my way back to Jimin's apartment, I stop at a bakery and decide to buy him something sweet. He's started eating a more and I couldn't be prouder. I get a small vanilla cake to share and continue on my way.

"I missed you," he melts into me as soon as he opens his front door.

"Baby it's barely been a day," I laugh, kissing his cheek and letting myself in.

"So? Did you not miss me," he frowns.

"Of course I did," I pull him into a hug. "I even brought you cake."

"Where?" he exclaims, pushing me off.

"Damn," I say feigning hurt and handing him the pink paper bag.

He immediately pulls out to small cake box and one of the forks. He sticks a spoonful into my mouth first as a way to say thank you, before taking some for himself

I laugh and pull him against me, kissing the frosting off his lips.

He sets down the cake and winds his arms around my neck, leaning up to kiss me again. I slowly push him back until he's against the wall, keeping my lips on his.

His hands go into my hair and mine wander down to his hips, holding him in place. I can taste the sweet frosting on his tongue and I can't get enough.

I move my lips down to his neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses. I don't want to do anything that will scare him, even though all I want to do in this moment is rip his clothes off.

I experimentally try biting down gently and get a soft moan from him.

"You're sensitive, aren't you," I smirk, pulling away for a second while a light pink tint covers his chubby cheeks.

"Just a little," he says, hiding his face against my neck.

"Wanna watch movies and cuddle?" I ask, wanting to be as close to him as possible before having to go back home and work all night.

He smiles and nods, grabbing the box of cake and my hand, dragging me over to his couch.

He leans against me and eats all the frosting off the cake while I look for something interesting to watch.

I find myself wondering how many more days I'll get to spend like this before my schedule gets hectic again.

I know I should tell him about what happened. But I can't seem to say that I won't be able to see him as much anymore.

I push the thoughts of my book out of my head. I'm falling way too hard. Jimin is more important.

~V

Your career or your love ? 

So.. the Grammy's... I'm still in shock. Just seeing them up on that stage made my heart so full. I can't wait until they're up there performing and winning awards. I've had Born Singer on repeat and ugh my feels are all over the place.